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Anarky vs. Jonathan Marx
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Just a Tease
(FADEIN to a quiet park... Anarky sits by himself, his longish hair pulled into a tight ponytail. He doesn't have on any facepaint or even his trademark leather jacket. He's simply wearing a big baggy button-down shirt and jeans and he's overlooking a lake that could be anywhere in America... a picturesque view of the sun shimmering off of the ripples on the water's surface... )
ANARKY: "Sometimes I have to pull myself back and remind myself. I need to realize that in the big picture, this all means nothing. The tectonic plates will still crush each other, raising new mountain ranges and eventually changing the surface of the Earth we called home. Eventually, even humans will become extinct. The mortality rate for everything in the end is 100% for everything, Mr. Marx. Not just us humans. Everything.
"Do you know WHY I have to do this, Jonathan? Is it because I'm just the type of guy who really gets struck by a beautiful scene? Not bloody likely, boy. Not bloody likely. You see, Jonathan, I've got what I like to call a... problem. A lot of people have a problem with drugs. Especially in this business, Jon. Pain killers make things a lot easier sometimes...
(He pauses and sighs... then he looks back out into the setting sun.)
ANARKY: "My problem, Jon... is that when the bell rings and the match starts... as much as I try to contain myself... as much as I try to step back and become the methodical killer I'd like to be... I just can't. I become consumed with the violence. The pain itself... is the drug I need now. The drug I've always needed, even when I didn't know that I needed it. That's the way addiction works, of course. You don't know you're addicted until you're without it. Until the only thing that fills your long summer days and cold winter nights is silence... and time...
"... no, Jon, that was no life at all. And here we are, and I can't help but feel that ONCE AGAIN... Krusher is just playing with me. Just feedig me little morsels now and again. Building up my appetite. You are nobody, Jonathan. A nothing. I've seen you, I've noticed. You are a blip on the radar of this sport. In another year, nobody will even remember your name.
"Unless, of course... I show them something they've never seen before. Perhaps an act so painful that those watching at home will scream out in suffering of just having to WATCH IT HAPPEN. Perhaps something so gruesome that people will spend years talking about it. Perhaps, Jonathan... I can make you famous.
"The question is... are you ready?"
(FADEOUT.
(FADEIN to a quiet park... Anarky sits by himself, his longish hair pulled into a tight ponytail. He doesn't have on any facepaint or even his trademark leather jacket. He's simply wearing a big baggy button-down shirt and jeans and he's overlooking a lake that could be anywhere in America... a picturesque view of the sun shimmering off of the ripples on the water's surface... )
ANARKY: "Sometimes I have to pull myself back and remind myself. I need to realize that in the big picture, this all means nothing. The tectonic plates will still crush each other, raising new mountain ranges and eventually changing the surface of the Earth we called home. Eventually, even humans will become extinct. The mortality rate for everything in the end is 100% for everything, Mr. Marx. Not just us humans. Everything.
"Do you know WHY I have to do this, Jonathan? Is it because I'm just the type of guy who really gets struck by a beautiful scene? Not bloody likely, boy. Not bloody likely. You see, Jonathan, I've got what I like to call a... problem. A lot of people have a problem with drugs. Especially in this business, Jon. Pain killers make things a lot easier sometimes...
(He pauses and sighs... then he looks back out into the setting sun.)
ANARKY: "My problem, Jon... is that when the bell rings and the match starts... as much as I try to contain myself... as much as I try to step back and become the methodical killer I'd like to be... I just can't. I become consumed with the violence. The pain itself... is the drug I need now. The drug I've always needed, even when I didn't know that I needed it. That's the way addiction works, of course. You don't know you're addicted until you're without it. Until the only thing that fills your long summer days and cold winter nights is silence... and time...
"... no, Jon, that was no life at all. And here we are, and I can't help but feel that ONCE AGAIN... Krusher is just playing with me. Just feedig me little morsels now and again. Building up my appetite. You are nobody, Jonathan. A nothing. I've seen you, I've noticed. You are a blip on the radar of this sport. In another year, nobody will even remember your name.
"Unless, of course... I show them something they've never seen before. Perhaps an act so painful that those watching at home will scream out in suffering of just having to WATCH IT HAPPEN. Perhaps something so gruesome that people will spend years talking about it. Perhaps, Jonathan... I can make you famous.
"The question is... are you ready?"
(FADEOUT.
PaulNJ21
I shunned a voodoo witch, decapitated a black cat
RE: Just a Tease
::Jonathan Marx is in a psychologists office lying on the couch::
JONATHAN MARX: Anarky, it is pleasure to meet you, I remember watching you on TV when I was in college. You were really something back in the old NGEN.
You are probably right that nobody will remember me a year from now but I just feel lucky to be able to get in the ring with someone of your caliber. Please don't hurt me.
::Marx motions to the GLCW to cut and the camera man is looking at him in stunned belief, camera continues without either guy knowing it::
JONATHAN MARX: I said to cut, that was my promo, let me be.
CAMERA GUY: You can't cut a promo like that, it is admitting defeat.
JONATHAN MARX: King Krusher doesn't like the guy. How bad can he be?
CAMERA GUY: He is Anarky! Do you know how much it would mean to your career to beat Anarky?
JONATHAN MARX: While I'd like to win the title someday, I'm not here for myself. I'm here to reform the league and start an old school revolution. If Anarky kills King Krusher, that makes my job ten times easier.
CAMERA GUY: I can't believe what you are saying. Why would Anarky make a better commish than King Krusher?
JONATHAN MARX: For instance, who wears a leather jacket anymore? That is incredibly 1970s, a period which saw some of the best mat wrestlers ever take wrestling up a notch.
CAMERA GUY: Fine, I can accept that, but what about the talk about how pointless it is that we are all here?
JONATHAN MARX: Here is right, I'm here to give this league meaning, one match at a time. We are all going to die sometime, I'm just here to make a difference when I can. People will remember the name Anarky long after I'm dead.
CAMERA GUY: But, but... he was saying that to take a shot at you....
JONATHAN MARX: He is telling the truth, I can't fault him for that. Plus, he is allowed to say that, Anarky is a legend.
CAMERA GUY: What about him admitting that he has a predisposition to violence?
JONATHAN MARX: I'll retrain Anarky on the finer points of mat work once the revolution takes place. Anarky is a victim of circumstance. He was born into this environment where he was taught that it is better to use your fists than good old fashioned mat wrestling. Once I show him that my style is superior, I'm sure that Anarky will see the error of his follies. If I can get Anarky can get to change his ways, all of Anarky wannabees will all fall into line.
CAMERA GUY: I guess that does make sense, but why do you have to come off as such a puss in your promo?
JONATHAN MARX: Listen son, look at every other promo in this league. They are all saying that they are going to kick the other guy's butt. It gets mind numbing. I have a world of confidence in my abilities and I believe I can beat Anarky, but I don't feel it is necessary in order to achieve my greater goals. How does it look if I put on the Marxism and make all of Anarky's fans cry like a baby? Do you think I want that burden on my chest? Whether I like the history that came before me or not, I don't want to shatter the illusion that all of these wrestling fans have and make them tune out of the product. I want them to fall in love with me and my style of wrestling. You are damn right I'm going to try to beat Anarky, and a man of his advanced age wouldn't be too hard to beat, but I have to do it in a way which makes this sport look good.
CAMERA GUY: ::wipes a tear from eye:: I love you man ::hugs Jonathan::
JONATHAN MARX: I love you to, and I don't want you to worry about your job, there will always be a place for you around here.
CAMERA GUY: Thank you Mr. Marx, and god bless old school wrestling!
::Jonathan Marx is in a psychologists office lying on the couch::
JONATHAN MARX: Anarky, it is pleasure to meet you, I remember watching you on TV when I was in college. You were really something back in the old NGEN.
You are probably right that nobody will remember me a year from now but I just feel lucky to be able to get in the ring with someone of your caliber. Please don't hurt me.
::Marx motions to the GLCW to cut and the camera man is looking at him in stunned belief, camera continues without either guy knowing it::
JONATHAN MARX: I said to cut, that was my promo, let me be.
CAMERA GUY: You can't cut a promo like that, it is admitting defeat.
JONATHAN MARX: King Krusher doesn't like the guy. How bad can he be?
CAMERA GUY: He is Anarky! Do you know how much it would mean to your career to beat Anarky?
JONATHAN MARX: While I'd like to win the title someday, I'm not here for myself. I'm here to reform the league and start an old school revolution. If Anarky kills King Krusher, that makes my job ten times easier.
CAMERA GUY: I can't believe what you are saying. Why would Anarky make a better commish than King Krusher?
JONATHAN MARX: For instance, who wears a leather jacket anymore? That is incredibly 1970s, a period which saw some of the best mat wrestlers ever take wrestling up a notch.
CAMERA GUY: Fine, I can accept that, but what about the talk about how pointless it is that we are all here?
JONATHAN MARX: Here is right, I'm here to give this league meaning, one match at a time. We are all going to die sometime, I'm just here to make a difference when I can. People will remember the name Anarky long after I'm dead.
CAMERA GUY: But, but... he was saying that to take a shot at you....
JONATHAN MARX: He is telling the truth, I can't fault him for that. Plus, he is allowed to say that, Anarky is a legend.
CAMERA GUY: What about him admitting that he has a predisposition to violence?
JONATHAN MARX: I'll retrain Anarky on the finer points of mat work once the revolution takes place. Anarky is a victim of circumstance. He was born into this environment where he was taught that it is better to use your fists than good old fashioned mat wrestling. Once I show him that my style is superior, I'm sure that Anarky will see the error of his follies. If I can get Anarky can get to change his ways, all of Anarky wannabees will all fall into line.
CAMERA GUY: I guess that does make sense, but why do you have to come off as such a puss in your promo?
JONATHAN MARX: Listen son, look at every other promo in this league. They are all saying that they are going to kick the other guy's butt. It gets mind numbing. I have a world of confidence in my abilities and I believe I can beat Anarky, but I don't feel it is necessary in order to achieve my greater goals. How does it look if I put on the Marxism and make all of Anarky's fans cry like a baby? Do you think I want that burden on my chest? Whether I like the history that came before me or not, I don't want to shatter the illusion that all of these wrestling fans have and make them tune out of the product. I want them to fall in love with me and my style of wrestling. You are damn right I'm going to try to beat Anarky, and a man of his advanced age wouldn't be too hard to beat, but I have to do it in a way which makes this sport look good.
CAMERA GUY: ::wipes a tear from eye:: I love you man ::hugs Jonathan::
JONATHAN MARX: I love you to, and I don't want you to worry about your job, there will always be a place for you around here.
CAMERA GUY: Thank you Mr. Marx, and god bless old school wrestling!
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Senseless Violence
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Apr-20-03 AT 08:30 PM (EST)](FADEIN to the back of an arena, where the camera is focused on the rear entrance. The door swings open and Anarky walks out carrying an enormous gym bag and wearing his black leather jacket and street clothes. A reporter jumps up into the shot, microphone in hand, and )
REPORTER: "Anarky! Anarky! Can I please have a moment!"
(Anarky ignores him and continues walking towards the private parking lot in the back.)
REPORTER: "ANARKY! Jonathan Marx called you a legend, among other things! How does it feel to-"
(Anarky stops dead in his tracks as the reporter stops, a little thrown off. Anarky turns around and stares at the reporter. He takes a deep breath and grabs the microphone, shoving the reporter out of the way and speaking directly into the camera.)
ANARKY: "Jonathan Marx... I am not a huge fan of reporters or interviews. I am even LESS a fan of men who presume to know the first thing about me without ever having fought me. You think I'm a legend, Marx? You think it'll suit your purposes to lose to me? Don't give me that <BLEEP>, Marx. Don't <BLEEP>ing RESIGN YOURSELF already. How can you even call yourself a man? How can you even PRETEND to have any RESPECT for yourself? You come here and tell me not to hurt you, and the you PROCEED to let the cameras run, showing us a glimpse into your... master plan, if you can even call it that.
"You want me to kill Krusher, Marx? It ain't gonna happen. He's protected from above, and the second I touch him is the second I can kiss my job and my freedom goodbye. The last thing I need is some trumped up assault charge on a former wrestler who actually has the AUDACITY to think he has any control here. He has an illusion, just like you. An illusion of the WAY THINGS ARE.
"You want to change the world, Marx. You want to go back to the Old School, Marx? Well maybe the Old School isn't worth bringing back. Oh, sure, if you were a fan of mat wrestling, then it was a Golden Age, right? But maybe we're sick of seeing guys wear leather boas and speedos. Maybe the world doesn't WANT aviator sunglasses and long, luxurious blonde hair anymore. Maybe we got SICK of the ol' brass knuckles in the trunks routine.
"Some things die for a reason, Marx, and Old School was one of them. You're livin' in the past and there ain't nothin' there worth savin'. But why should I even bother explaining it to you, Marx? You obviously don't care. You've already admitted your defeat before you even stepped into the ring. And then you went ahead and formulated that you would USE ME to bring back something YOU wanted."
(The reporter tries to grab the camera back and Anarky just shoves him out of the way.)
ANARKY: "It's about time for you to have a wake-up call, Marx. You think you can just submit to me? You think you can just play games with me? Pretend like you WANT to lose? Like it somehow serves you? MAKING EXCUSES ALREADY, MARX?
"No, Marx, you're RIGHT. I don't even have to beat you... because you've already been beaten."
(He turns around and throws the microphone at the reporter, and proceeds to stalk off intot he parking lot.)
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Apr-20-03 AT 08:30 PM (EST)](FADEIN to the back of an arena, where the camera is focused on the rear entrance. The door swings open and Anarky walks out carrying an enormous gym bag and wearing his black leather jacket and street clothes. A reporter jumps up into the shot, microphone in hand, and )
REPORTER: "Anarky! Anarky! Can I please have a moment!"
(Anarky ignores him and continues walking towards the private parking lot in the back.)
REPORTER: "ANARKY! Jonathan Marx called you a legend, among other things! How does it feel to-"
(Anarky stops dead in his tracks as the reporter stops, a little thrown off. Anarky turns around and stares at the reporter. He takes a deep breath and grabs the microphone, shoving the reporter out of the way and speaking directly into the camera.)
ANARKY: "Jonathan Marx... I am not a huge fan of reporters or interviews. I am even LESS a fan of men who presume to know the first thing about me without ever having fought me. You think I'm a legend, Marx? You think it'll suit your purposes to lose to me? Don't give me that <BLEEP>, Marx. Don't <BLEEP>ing RESIGN YOURSELF already. How can you even call yourself a man? How can you even PRETEND to have any RESPECT for yourself? You come here and tell me not to hurt you, and the you PROCEED to let the cameras run, showing us a glimpse into your... master plan, if you can even call it that.
"You want me to kill Krusher, Marx? It ain't gonna happen. He's protected from above, and the second I touch him is the second I can kiss my job and my freedom goodbye. The last thing I need is some trumped up assault charge on a former wrestler who actually has the AUDACITY to think he has any control here. He has an illusion, just like you. An illusion of the WAY THINGS ARE.
"You want to change the world, Marx. You want to go back to the Old School, Marx? Well maybe the Old School isn't worth bringing back. Oh, sure, if you were a fan of mat wrestling, then it was a Golden Age, right? But maybe we're sick of seeing guys wear leather boas and speedos. Maybe the world doesn't WANT aviator sunglasses and long, luxurious blonde hair anymore. Maybe we got SICK of the ol' brass knuckles in the trunks routine.
"Some things die for a reason, Marx, and Old School was one of them. You're livin' in the past and there ain't nothin' there worth savin'. But why should I even bother explaining it to you, Marx? You obviously don't care. You've already admitted your defeat before you even stepped into the ring. And then you went ahead and formulated that you would USE ME to bring back something YOU wanted."
(The reporter tries to grab the camera back and Anarky just shoves him out of the way.)
ANARKY: "It's about time for you to have a wake-up call, Marx. You think you can just submit to me? You think you can just play games with me? Pretend like you WANT to lose? Like it somehow serves you? MAKING EXCUSES ALREADY, MARX?
"No, Marx, you're RIGHT. I don't even have to beat you... because you've already been beaten."
(He turns around and throws the microphone at the reporter, and proceeds to stalk off intot he parking lot.)
PaulNJ21
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RE: Senseless Violence
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Apr-22-03 AT 10:57 PM (EST)]
::Marx is in his studio at home in the middle of having a conversation with Jacobs, GLCW has finally setup their equipment::
JONATHAN MARX: Can't you guys hold off on the taping? I want to talk to Brandon before we start.
::GLCW production crew doesn't hear him and the camera continues to roll.
JONATHAN MARX: Anarky has become a parody of himself, he may wear that leather jacket, but there isn't any rebellion left in his soul. He has conceded his a life of servitude as his fate. If he had any balls, he'd fight King Krusher and help lead the revolution. I'm afraid Anarky is getting old.
BRANDON JACOBS: Well, he is getting up there is age, what can you expect? He is merely wrestling for the money at this point so he can retire without any worries. Maybe you expected too much from Anarky?
JONATHAN MARX: I remember watching him when I was college Brandon, he was amazing. I know the old Anarky is in there somewhere. All he has to do is find it. Kneel down and pray with me Brandon, pray for Anarky's salvation.
::Marx knees in front of a picture of the Virgin Mary and prays in silence, Brandon kneels next to him::
BRANDON JACOBS: I know you don't want to hurt him Marx, but what can you do? Sure, there is a risk that the Marxism will end Anarky's career, but most likely he'll be able to comeback. God understands our cause, he knows we are fighting the good fight. Occasionally, good people are causalities of war but we are fighting for a higher purpose. You can't let the sentiment of beating one of the heroes you grew up on get to you Marx.
::Marx begins to weep as he holds the rosary in his hand::
BRANDON JACOBS: He'll forgive you Marx, but you have to forgive yourself first. You are a solider of the old school revolution; you have to do what is right for all of us.
JONATHAN MARX: I know what I have to do Brandon, I just don't want to do it. I'm going to give him a chance to join the revolution and take his place by my side. It is only fair Brandon.
::Brandon Jacobs hugs Marx::
BRANDON JACOBS: You are a good man Jonathan. I admire your heart, if I didn't, I wouldn't be here by your side. You know you need to teach Anarky what Marxism is all about.
::Jonathan wipes his tears and waves for the GLCW cameras to start::
JONATHAN MARX: Anarky, you have chosen your fate, you are going to become the third victim of the old school revolution! I don't want to do this to a legend, but if King Krusher says I have to and you won't side with me, I'm forced to do the only thing I can. I'm sorry Anarky, I really am sorry.
::Jonathan Marx walks off camera with his head down::
FTB
[updated:LAST EDITED ON Apr-22-03 AT 10:57 PM (EST)]
::Marx is in his studio at home in the middle of having a conversation with Jacobs, GLCW has finally setup their equipment::
JONATHAN MARX: Can't you guys hold off on the taping? I want to talk to Brandon before we start.
::GLCW production crew doesn't hear him and the camera continues to roll.
JONATHAN MARX: Anarky has become a parody of himself, he may wear that leather jacket, but there isn't any rebellion left in his soul. He has conceded his a life of servitude as his fate. If he had any balls, he'd fight King Krusher and help lead the revolution. I'm afraid Anarky is getting old.
BRANDON JACOBS: Well, he is getting up there is age, what can you expect? He is merely wrestling for the money at this point so he can retire without any worries. Maybe you expected too much from Anarky?
JONATHAN MARX: I remember watching him when I was college Brandon, he was amazing. I know the old Anarky is in there somewhere. All he has to do is find it. Kneel down and pray with me Brandon, pray for Anarky's salvation.
::Marx knees in front of a picture of the Virgin Mary and prays in silence, Brandon kneels next to him::
BRANDON JACOBS: I know you don't want to hurt him Marx, but what can you do? Sure, there is a risk that the Marxism will end Anarky's career, but most likely he'll be able to comeback. God understands our cause, he knows we are fighting the good fight. Occasionally, good people are causalities of war but we are fighting for a higher purpose. You can't let the sentiment of beating one of the heroes you grew up on get to you Marx.
::Marx begins to weep as he holds the rosary in his hand::
BRANDON JACOBS: He'll forgive you Marx, but you have to forgive yourself first. You are a solider of the old school revolution; you have to do what is right for all of us.
JONATHAN MARX: I know what I have to do Brandon, I just don't want to do it. I'm going to give him a chance to join the revolution and take his place by my side. It is only fair Brandon.
::Brandon Jacobs hugs Marx::
BRANDON JACOBS: You are a good man Jonathan. I admire your heart, if I didn't, I wouldn't be here by your side. You know you need to teach Anarky what Marxism is all about.
::Jonathan wipes his tears and waves for the GLCW cameras to start::
JONATHAN MARX: Anarky, you have chosen your fate, you are going to become the third victim of the old school revolution! I don't want to do this to a legend, but if King Krusher says I have to and you won't side with me, I'm forced to do the only thing I can. I'm sorry Anarky, I really am sorry.
::Jonathan Marx walks off camera with his head down::
FTB